A WORKMAN MORNING

the moment

i spend 

with 

the
four
mismatched
mugs

on a patterned plastic tray

for the early bird workmen

who park up their machines
& laugh at the heaving clouds

is some kind of something

is a place of grace & space

& the winter mild 

coming in 

the open kitchen door

is

like

a

lullaby

for a cartoon bear

& the only darkness

is the december sky

& no ones fault 

no ones fault at all

DAWN TO FROG

now that moment

when dawn 

is about 

to breathe out

its soft promise

of warm earth

& easy time

well 

midmorning will mock it

& noon will flatten it

like a frog in the road

EMPTY AS A TYRE IS EMPTY

theres a moment after we wake

a glimpse out of time
empty as a tyre is empty

before we remember It All

& the day
never does
recover

from this absence 

we had 

no chance

to prod

MYTHICAL CHESTNUT

living in the moment

that mythical chestnut

is for kids & animals

got no money

got no politics

  

wonderfully ignorant 

of their skin in the game

NOT A VIVID PICTURE

   
      sometimes 

      for a 

      wobbled

      moment 

i  am  outside  of  me

i am separate & undone

    

like i nudge-shoved me 

      

      out 

        my

         own 

          way

~

      

& my meat is an echo

      tailing me

      like a cop

      

      like a jumping stylus

      like buyers remorse

& i am elmos fire . . .

an essay on a toetag . . .

        

      it is not 

    a vivid picture